She got straight to the point, "Uncle, can you somehow help me get Madam's contact number?"
The old man was quite amiable, "Unless Madam allows, we cannot privately disclose her phone number."
Hearing this, Yan Xixi didn't press the issue. She simply gave a slight bow, offered her thanks, and left.
They had her number; they could contact her—but they just wouldn't say.
Clearly, Liu Daqing had forbidden them to speak.
She drove to the intersection, a thought struck her, and she changed direction.
The Wan Family's mysterious old mansion shimmered with an ancient, quiet glow in the summer sunshine. She parked her car some distance away and approached on foot.
Green trees cast deep shade under the brilliant sunshine. She suddenly noticed how surprisingly quiet it was. After walking for a while, she realized what was strange: the tight security that had once been here was gone.
